Zhao Mei looked at Huang Lina, who was laughing with relish and incessantly spouting curses, and couldn't help but think of Huang Man.
Even though that girl's words are now quite harsh, she is truly better than Huang Lina— at least she wouldn't say such bitter words.
That is to say, her words are just a bit unpleasant, but still bearable.
But that girl herself is studying in Capital City and working hard to earn living expenses. She couldn't take care of her even if she wanted to, besides, she can't leave here for long, or what would become of the house in her name?
Knowing that Zhao Mei still had money, Huang Lina was very straightforward in her proposition, "Sure, you can stay at my place, that's possible."
"But you have to pay rent, and do the household chores," Huang Lina remembered how Zhao Mei had forced her to go out and work in the past.
What? Paying rent to stay at her daughter's house? Zhao Mei was of course unhappy. If she had to pay rent, why bother coming here?
